Diamandy, a freelance photographer who has been providing photographs for nature magazines and newspapers all year round, is turning his lens on the bored police officer standing guard on the White House street. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As if sensing the camera, the policeman glanced back at Diamandy, didn't say anything, and turned his face away. It can be seen that he is very bored right now.

The real security of the White House depends on the Secret Service, and the police patrolling the perimeter are not so much responsible for security as they are for the people of the whole country and the world.

A policeman on a bicycle, wearing a helmet, occasionally focused his gaze on the runners on the façade of the White House, the vagrants begging, the environmentalists and anti-nuclear war problemalists standing on the side of the street holding signs.

Diamandy focused the SLR camera on these demonstrators, some of whom have been reported in the news several times, and have insisted on coming to the White House every day to demonstrate for many years, and their perseverance is admirable, of course, this spirit is estimated to make the black president in the White House feel a stump every time he comes out.

After taking photos for more than half an hour, roughly browsing the content he saved, and looking at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock, Diamandi felt that it was almost time to finish this work, put the SLR away, packed his backpack, and prepared to leave.

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, a sound like thunder made Diamandi stop, he raised his head in confusion, looking at the somewhat gloomy sky, why was it thundering?

Although it was a cloudy day, the weather forecast did not say that there would be thunder and rain.

Maybe you shouldn't be so trusting the hell with the weather forecast.

He casually looked back at the White House again......

"Boom!"

A deafening roar erupted suddenly!

Diamandi didn't react at all, and a monstrous wave of earth was imprinted on the retina like a tsunami, and it almost immediately shook open the iron fence, and the boom spread to the street with the shockwave, shaking away several policemen patrolling against the fence.

All of a sudden, the people on the street were equally unaware of what was happening, only to feel the ground jolting and undulating, as if there had been an earthquake, and the deafening explosion made people wonder if the bomb had fallen on the White House.

Frightened screams on the streets, people fled in fear, and the environmentalists who were still demonstrating just now threw away their signs and ran in panic with the flow of people.

The tinnitus continued, and Diamandi lay on the ground, looking up blankly, and found that the officers from the Washington D.C. Police Department patrolling around him were also lying on the ground, with dazed expressions not much better than his.

What's going on?

The iron fence of the White House had broken a gap, and he could see clearly from across the street...... A large pit seven or eight meters in diameter appeared on the lawn, and there was a scorched mark around it and thick green smoke.

Was this really a missile attack?

Diamandi gasped at first, and then hurriedly picked up the SLR on the ground and aimed it at the lawn in the White House.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

The White House sirens went off wildly, and mobile sentries on the lawn ran towards the pothole with Austrian Glock 17s in their hands.

Person?

Is that a figure?

Diamandi ignored the panicked people around him, but kept taking pictures with a SLR, and immediately found that a man in a black trench coat slowly walked out of the rather large hole.

How can there be a person included?

Diamandy's curiosity was at its peak, and he knew that if he could film it in its entirety, it would be a big news sensation in the next week.

And he's going to be completely famous!

The daily protection of the inner circle and inner circle of the White House is under the overall responsibility of the Secret Service under the US Department of Homeland Security, and the number of special service personnel stationed in the White House is close to 300 people, in addition to the guards, patrol posts, snipers who are responsible for the security of the inside and outside of the official residence, and civilian clothes wearing dark suits are responsible for the security of the president.

The sudden explosion reverberated through the sky, not only alarming pedestrians on the surrounding streets, but also triggering a Level 1 alarm inside the White House, starting with mobile sentinels around the lawn charging their guns to the lawn to see what was going on.

Thereupon...... Of the seven or eight mobile sentinel guards who rushed over, the first thing they found was a man? Stepping out of the blasted hole, several people were a little dazzled.

In fact, they were not dazzled, and there was indeed such a man in a black trench coat who walked out.

"Get down! Get down now! ”

The guard at the head shouted loudly, and the Glock 17 in his hand aimed at the man's chest.

In a situation where seven or eight people raised their guns and aimed at them, no one had a chance to resist, especially if there was the slightest change or hesitation, these guards would definitely pull the trigger in their hands without hesitation.

But...... The guards saw a flash in front of their eyes, and the man who had been surrounded by them suddenly disappeared.

What about people?

The guards were startled, and some people turned their heads to look around, and immediately found the man's trace.

"He's in the back, he's in the back!"

“oh，fu`ck！”

The man who was obviously surrounded by them actually appeared outside the lawn at this moment, more than twenty meters away from them!

How did he do it?

There was no time to think, the guards at the gate and the security guards around the area also noticed the situation, and other Secret Service agents also noticed that the man, especially the guards at the main entrance of the White House, were armed with German-made MP5 submachine guns and FNP90 submachine guns, and as soon as this strange man appeared here, more than two dozen guards pointed their guns at him.

"Get down, get down now!"

The guards with MP5 submachine guns rushed forward and surrounded the man, but kept a distance of about five meters at all times, not getting too close to the man, because no one could be sure if the man was carrying a deadly bomb.

……

Inside the president's office, Mike Banning heard the sound of a notice in front of the main entrance in the headset, nodded, and walked towards President Barack, who was surrounded.

"Mr. President, only one stranger has been found at the main entrance, and I have put all the special services on alert, but for the sake of safety, I hope you will rush to the underground bunker command center immediately."

The intrusion of a stranger cannot make the entire White House nervous, after all, there are many people who have climbed over the iron railing to break into the White House in previous years, and they have a lot of experience in such situations.

This time, however, is markedly different.

The sudden explosion outside sent even a concussion through the president's office, and such a horrific explosion meant something different from what it had ever been, and the president had to be given immediate access to the underground bunker command center.

"Okay, no problem."

Barack trusted the agent in charge of his own safety.

"Gerald, you're in charge of escorting the president into the underground bunker, I'll take a look outside."

The entire White House was on alert, with all the key senior White House officials beginning to safely evacuate with the president, while Banning ran through the crowd to the main entrance.

"Boom......"

Heavily armed White House guards and plainclothes agents in dark suits walked to the gate, and Banning happened to see the man surrounded by the guards.

"The sniper is in position and ready to kill the target."

Voices came from inside the headset again.

Banning whispered, "Okay, don't move yet, follow my orders." ”

There were more than twenty people now, with the arrival of a large number of guards, the number of guards and agents surrounding the man had exceeded more than fifty, not to mention the snipers who were aiming here.

"Asian?"

When he saw the face of the man surrounded in the center, Banning's pupils shrank, and various thoughts already appeared in his mind.

Could it be the *** who came?

No, it can't be judged that way, terrorist organizations around the world are involved in people with Asian faces.

"Why didn't he get down?"

Looking at the guard next to him, Banning turned his head and asked.

"I've shouted a few times, but he doesn't respond...... Maybe he doesn't understand English? ”

"Send someone up and subdue him, there should be no bombs on him."

Banning took a closer look and judged that the man had no bomb bound to him.

"Smack!"

"Huh?"

As soon as Banning finished speaking, he saw only a dozen or so guards surrounding the man, as if they had been violently slammed by an invisible force, and they were thrown away like leather balls.

(To be continued.) )